Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 188 Trapped Beasts and Dead Carriers ([-])
A minute and a half later, Hu Biao and others started to act, desperately moving forward to push the group of Huns back into the gate for a maximum of 2 minutes.

In the chest and lower abdomen, they were shot almost at the same time.

The whole person was under the huge impact force, Huang Yizhi, the number one yellow fat man in the team, together with the armor on his body and the secondary weapon hanging.

With a body weighing at least 300 jins, he fell with his head upright, almost throwing sparks off a rock.

As for the second Fatty Huang, he is the duozheng when he is a person.

Anyway, perhaps because of the modern plane, all kinds of high-calorie junk food is too easy to obtain, and now there are quite a few fat people in the team.

And the most famous one among them is Huang Yizhi.

When he was wearing the helmet on the back of his head and fell heavily on the ground of the big bluestone, he almost forcibly threw out the last breath in his chest and abdomen.

It was so good that Huang Yizhi raised his head and saw a strong Hun with bare feet swinging a hammer at him when it hit him.

That hammer is not a warhammer for combat, it should be used by blacksmiths to forge iron.

But as long as he hits himself, the heavy armor on his body can defend against stabbing and slashing with knives and guns, but it can't defend against such blunt weapon attacks at all.

When a guy comes down, he can directly beat himself to death.

Instinctively, Huang Yizhi was about to struggle to step back a little so as to avoid this fatal attack.

At such a critical moment, I found that I had no strength in my whole body; let alone struggling to retreat, I couldn't even do the simple movements of supporting my body and moving backward a little.

no way!Huang Yizhi is too imaginary now.

Don't look at the fact that he hasn't been in the battle for a long time, not even 3 minutes in total, and he is definitely not a man who can't last for 3 minutes.

The key problem is that the fighting process is too intense.

God knows!In the battle just now, how many times was he attacked by the Huns?
Even if he paid attention to protecting his vital parts with a shield, the armor on his body was strong enough; among the dense wounds on his body, none of them were fatal.

Instead, it was the counterattack in his hands, which could kill opponents with light armor or even no armor every time.

But after suffering too many attacks, his whole body is now like a blood gourd, with wounds everywhere.

Because of the pain and exhaustion of the body, now facing the fatal attack that was about to beckoned, he didn't even have the strength to dodge.

Fortunately, Huang Yizhi is not fighting alone. He has a group of teammates who are completely trustworthy and will hand over his back.

In terms of current weight, he has broken through Huang Yizhi, who is two hundred catties.

Seeing the barefooted man striding forward, holding the hammer high in his hand, he thought he was about to send it.

I was pleasantly surprised to see that the strong Huns died.

His forehead felt as if he had been hit with a stick, and at the same time as he leaned back, a short crossbow arrow appeared on his face, and it shot into the deep one.

And the bigger surprise is yet to come.

He was so heavy that he found himself being grabbed by the collar and dragged backwards; that is, the dragging speed was a little slower, as if he hadn't eaten.

Seeing this, Huang Yizhi instinctively wanted to complain: Brother, are you planning to show me your weakness?

As a result, after looking up, oh!never mind……

******
Because Huang Yizhi discovered that it was the white-haired girl A Li, who was holding a one-handed crossbow that had just been shot in the air in one hand, and was dragging her collar backwards with difficulty with the other hand.

Even at this moment, in Ah Li's mouth that kept muttering, he couldn't hear exactly what he was yelling about.

He can also think clearly that the other party must be asking about his weight; but in such a greeting, he can still feel great peace of mind.

And after he fell, in the vacated position, Lang Qing with a bloody spear in his hand also pushed up at this time.

With his own body, he blocked the gap that was just exposed.

It was blocking, that is, the same opponent who had just stepped up before him, exchanged an attack with each other; that is, they respectively poked the spears in their hands into the chest of the opponent.

But because Lang Qing had heavy armor on his body, the opponent only had a large piece of chest hair that had been curled under the high temperature on his bare chest.

So it was no surprise that Lang Qing had the last laugh.

But even so, there was pain on Lang Qing's face.

Because the opponent's spear was so powerful, the moment it hit him, the opponent's spear tip not only pierced his heavy armor, but also pierced a not deep wound on his chest.

More importantly, he even faintly heard a 'click~' at that time.

With such a voice, Lang Qing, who has several related experiences, naturally knows that it should be one of his ribs, which has been broken by someone.

Faced with such an injury, Lang Qing knew the most correct way to deal with it. It was best for him to lie down immediately, do nothing, and never move, waiting for a professional to come and treat him.

Because a slightly larger movement may cause the broken ribs to continue to be dislocated.

If it is not done well, those sharp bone stubbles will penetrate into the soft internal organs, or puncture those key large blood vessels in the heart and chest.

Anyway, no matter where he was stabbed, it was a fatal injury, perhaps one that could not be rescued in time with a knife.

The problem is, at this time, every combat power is extremely crucial to this battle.

Only by squeezing out all the fighting power of everyone can it be possible to win this battle; lie down and do nothing?Isn't this bullshit.

However, in the face of this situation, Lang Qing still made a little preparation, which can even be described as an account of the funeral.

After he drew his gun, he stabbed a Hun to death again, and was stabbed in the shoulder, and shouted behind him:
"Listen to those behind me, pay attention to take over my position, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it for a long time."

"Got it~" Hu Biao roared out.

After throwing a throwing knife and killing a target who was wearing iron armor and seemed to be a small boss, he said so in his mouth, which was his agreement.

Otherwise?If he was in Langqing's position, he would have made the same choice, so how can there be so much hypocrisy.

But he only agreed, and when Hu Biao discovered what was going on, he immediately tilted his head to the left in a panic.

The reason for this was that out of the corner of his eye, he saw a Hun archer who had quietly squeezed behind several Huns who rushed up.

A bow in his hand has been drawn, and the arrow is faintly aimed at him.

Immediately, Hu Biao tilted his head.

Otherwise, if you start to dodge after someone shoots the arrow, it will be considered a movie?With a slight sideways movement, one can easily dodge an arrow, and even grab the arrow and throw it back.

Even the bows and arrows used by the Huns are horse bows with a slightly lower bow power.

The speed of an arrow shot out also reached 40 meters per second. In the current situation where the distance is less than ten meters away; after the opponent shoots, it is basically impossible to avoid it.

This is indeed the case, even if Hu Biao tilted his head in time.

The Hun shot an arrow, which also flew past his helmet; if he hadn't made a movement of tilting his head in advance, the arrow would have hit his face and taken him away.

With lingering fear in his heart, Hu Biao habitually cursed:
"Old Hei, Warehouse Manager, what the hell are you two doing..."

(End of this chapter)